Moment Two

You flatten your hair, in vain attempt to try and make it look like there hasn't been a nuclear explosion on your head.

To no avail.

It irks you. Everything has to be just so tonight. Everything has to be perfect. Everything has to be for Lucy.

Hiding the bunch of flowers behind your back, you raise your hand and knock quietly on the door. You've been waiting for three years to ask this question, and have been saving up for a ring for six months. You wonder whether you should go through with this, or wait. What are a few months, in the grand scheme of things?

Lucy opens it, looking absolutely stunning in a plain but elegant caramel coloured dress. It clashes with her eyes amazingly well.

Momentarily breathless, you present her with the flowers.

"Jeff," you hear her gasp, "these are beautiful! Thank you!"

"Only the prettiest flowers in the world for my girl," you reply. The words roll off your tongue, easily, and any doubts have vanished from your mind.

Without even asking the big question, you know her answer will be yes.

This is meant to be.